Friday, November 5, 2010

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Saturday, March 27, 2010

He's actually quite a contortionist. After a few minutes of begging for a pose, I was finally able to convince him to twist his body for the camera. No small feat. In exchange for the photo, I agreed to wait for the next bus so that he could board and be on his way.

In social situations, I would make it a point to examine the contents of my briefcase from time to time. Perhaps I would shuffle a few documents around or scribble a note before closing the lid and checking my watch. People would undoubtedly admire my Protestant work ethic: "He must be a very powerful and influential man," they would think.

Along my daily route, I would stop to admire the wares displayed prominently in the window of a well-kept antique shop. The little time capsules would arouse my imagination as I reflect on the craftsmanship and care that went into producing them, recreating the historical context of a time lost.

Alas, the weight of my briefcase would bring me back to the present, reminding me of the tasks and projects that lie ahead. I would take a moment to admire the reflection of my briefcase juxtaposed against my naked and bleeding body. Then I would go.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

I noticed a gentleman carrying around a jar of two pickles yesterday. What wonderful little treats to have floating around in a jar! It only occurred to me after he had gone, however, that perhaps those weren't pickles after all.

What if, upon closer inspection, they turned out to be tiny infant's arms with the hands severed off?